Chapter 1600

The injury caused by Chen Shaofeng is bigger than what he imagined!

Even if it tries its best to stop the spread of the poison like trace in the body, it is completely impossible to start!

Tao trace is the trace of the whole world. Only the experts who can understand the world can do the damage that can leave traces in the enemy's body through martial arts.

For friars and demons with immortal yuan and mana, general toxins can be dispelled by various fairies.

But the trace of Tao is different. It's like leaving poison in mortals. Without corresponding means, it can't be dealt with!

Mengyu is the mortal, and Chen Shaofeng is the guy who has been poisoned!

Now, the trace poison left by Chen Shaofeng in Mengyu's body is eroding its body!

If the poison goes deep into the soul, it is like severe poison into the brain, and the Mengyu will die directly.

It is absolutely impossible for Mengyu to get rid of these trace poisons. It has no such means of restraint.

It's like being bitten by a poisonous snake. Not all serum can expel poison! The venoms of poisonous snakes are not all the same!

What's more, Mengyu has no way to get rid of this trace. With its ability, it can't do it!

Mengyu has nothing to do with the "legacy" left by Chen Shaofeng!

With the fairies and spells mastered by Mengyu, none of them can dispel these Tao marks!

"Damn..." Mengyu's face almost twisted into a pimple and regretted his previous carelessness!

It is too much reliance on its natural skills, so it caused such a big oversight.

Mengyu looked at Chen Shaofeng. He saw a hostile face. The other party's idea of putting himself to death was openly displayed!

"Impossible, impossible... Those who can exert the power of Taoist traces must at least reach the realm of virtual God. Why can you do...?" Mengyu looked at Chen Shaofeng suspiciously.

As it spoke, it tried to treat and delay as much time as possible.

What can Chen Shaofeng say? The response to Mengyu was, of course, another shot.

The dream is unavoidable. The damage of the track is much greater than it imagined. It can hardly even move a bullet.

The purple dragon gun hit Mengyu's chest heavily and shot him away.

Bang.

Mengyu hit the wall of the conference room, but it didn't make much noise.

Chen Shaofeng formed a purple trace of all the injuries and fell on Mengyu.

It's like tearing up flesh and blood on mortals and not forgetting to sprinkle salt and fierce poison on them. At the same time of pain, it is also the time of despair of death.

"Er..." Mengyu was so painful that he let out a low cry, and the vision in front of him began to distort.

At this moment, Mengyu seems to see a messy world, and Chen Shaofeng's appearance is not only so clear, but also so distorted.

This man is a monster composed of demon souls!

No, it's too flattering to describe Chen Shaofeng with the devil family! This guy is like a demon emperor coming!

Once upon a time, Mengyu was not a servant of the demon emperor, but wandering alone in the five Avenue area.

That kind of life, although boring, is good in freedom.

But suddenly one day, Mengyu met the demon emperor.

The terrible scene of that day, up to now, the dream can not forget, deeply engraved into its heart.

That fear will not be forgotten until death.

But with the demon emperor's will implanted into his soul and brain, Mengyu has gradually forgotten his fear of the demon emperor.

However, the appearance of Chen Shaofeng reminded Mengyu of that horror again!

"No... impossible! Nothing in the world is more terrible than the demon emperor!" Mengyu struggled desperately.

Mengyu's will is constantly melting. It tries to struggle and collide in the room, but Chen Shaofeng doesn't watch and walks forward.

Hearing the footsteps of Chen Shaofeng, Mengyu woke up like a dream!

It stared at Chen Shaofeng with wide eyes and a frightened face.

From this moment on, Mengyu realized the horror of Chen Shaofeng!

"You, you are a friar in the realm of virtual God!" Mengyu's eyes showed blood and stared at Chen Shaofeng.

In Mengyu's perception, Chen Shaofeng's cultivation is only in the early stage of Wu fairyland, which is not remarkable.

But it's definitely a disguise! How can such a powerful guy only have the beginning of wuwonderland?!

If you can completely crush its strength, you must be a friar in the realm of virtual God!

Mengyu is very regretful at the moment. If he had known this, he would not wake up! Or you can escape!

"Friar of the virtual realm..." Chen Shaofeng smiled coldly, and the purple dragon gun fell down again.

What the purple dragon gun aims at is the brain of Mengyu!

If the body is injured, there is still the possibility of treatment, but the brain hosts the sea and soul. If you are hit by Chen Shaofeng, you will die!

At the time of life and death, Mengyu burst out her last potential in life, and unexpectedly escaped Chen Shaofeng's fatal blow.

"Ha ha, it's ridiculous." Chen Shaofeng was not surprised to see Mengyu avoid his blow.

At least it is also a big monster in the fairyland, and it has experienced life and death.

Unfortunately, this time Mengyu met Chen Shaofeng, the God of death.

Chen Shaofeng is definitely their deadly enemy for the demons like Mengyu!

Poof.

Finally, no surprise, the purple dragon gun ran through Mengyu's head and destroyed its brain.

As a great demon in the fairyland, Mengyu has great talent and great vitality. It still survives tenaciously when its brain is destroyed!

But with the passage of time, the life breath of Mengyu is also melting rapidly, like a piece of thin ice in the desert. Although it still persists in the hot sun, life is rapidly disappearing between breathing.

"Ah..." Mengyu twitched all over, his whole face twisted, his eyes turned around, and he didn't notice when he bit his tongue.

Under the unexpected gaze of Chen Shaofeng, Mengyu stretched out his hand and grabbed the barrel of the purple dragon gun before he died.

As if he wanted to pull out the long gun, Mengyu struggled to death with the rest of his breath.

"Ridiculous, how ridiculous. The big monsters in fairyland are so funny before they die." Chen Shaofeng didn't laugh, but his face was dignified.

Mengyu's situation may be the epitome of his future.

If one day encounter an unexpected enemy, the end of Mengyu may be his own end.

Chen Shaofeng doesn't want such a funny scene to fall on himself.

This is not a matter of self-esteem or inferiority, but something that will never be allowed to happen.

The winner will go one step further, and the loser will fall into the abyss of hell.

As long as one defeat, the end of Mengyu is his own end in the future!

Never lose! Until... Reaches its peak!

"Die!"

Chen Shaofeng urged the power of the purple dragon gun and exploded Mengyu's head in an instant!